The Horrors of War
by NinjaGal183
Summary: The Ishvalan Civil War left its scars on her. Anna could never forget the horrible things she's done, she'd never escape the horrors of war...or Kimblee. (Follows Brotherhood storyline) Eventual Miles/OC
1. Chapter 1

**Hello all! This is my first FMA fic! Will follow Brotherhood storyline and the manga slightly (as far as what was left out of the anime ;).**

**DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist!**

**WARNING: The first several chapters will take place during the Ishvalan War, so there will be gruesome imagery and sex. Rating may change as story progresses. This first chapter is also slightly lemony. Read at your own risk!**

**That's all I have to say for now. Enjoy!**

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She was going to die in this war.

She accepted it.

But if she was going to die, she might as well make the most of it. Isn't that what anyone would do? But was this really making the most out of a bad situation? To be honest, Anna no longer knew why she was here.

The reasons used to always be simple, but not anymore.

The things this war was doing to her mind. Her body.

The numbness. Like her whole being was a hollow vessel, cold and unfeeling. It scared her. She wanted to feel something, anything to know she wasn't dead yet. It didn't matter what it was, she just wanted to _feel_.

Something that was more than the bone rattling mayhem outside the tent.

The screams, the explosions, they never stopped.

Anna didn't want to hear them anymore. She wanted to drown it all out before she was driven insane. She wanted to feel some sense of normalcy on this battlefield.

That's why she was here, wasn't she?

Inside Kimblee's tent.

Naked.

With their limbs tangled together.

She didn't know him well. Over the last several months, all they did was exchange a few meaningless words and somehow it became meaningless sex. And that's all it was ever going to be. A mere distraction from all the bodies, death, and gunfire that surrounded them every day.

It was to remind herself what it's like to be a normal human and not a weapon; this was what normal people experienced. Even if the longing for normality was a distraction, she didn't care.

Isn't that what she was here for? A distraction to forget the horrors that were happening outside this tent? To forget that she was going to die in this dry, barren wasteland? That the next time her sister and brother-in-law would ever see her again was in a coffin?

Anna swallowed the lump in her throat as Kimblee lowered his head to her neck again, she felt his muscles clench against her with every thrust into her body. His teeth grazed against her skin and she pulled him closer, arching her neck to give him more room.

"_Ahh…_" she moaned as he hit her spot, feeling her pleasure build. One hand curled into the hair on the nape of his neck, the other digging into his shoulder blade.

Kimblee made a grunted noise of pleasure as if he enjoyed the pain of her nails down his back.

She closed her eyes and bit down on her tongue, trying to stay as quiet as possible so no one would hear. Relations between comrades was against the rules, if anyone found out they could be in serious trouble. Not that Kimblee cared much for rules.

His heavy pants were hot against her ear. The sweat on her body cooled her skin against the hot breeze.

The damn heat never died here, even at night. It would be suffocating with the stench of gunpowder always in the air, but she couldn't smell it anymore. The odor of gunpowder and blood mixed in the air so much she couldn't tell the difference. What did fresh air even smell like?

Somewhere on the other side of the city a bomb went off, making the ground vibrate. One would think she'd be used to it by now, but she wasn't. Anna tried to think of home. A place that sounded so foreign to her now. She tried to imagine she was somewhere else; a warm, safe bed and not a groaning cot, the hum of passing cars and a faulty lamp post outside her window. Not here…

Kimblee suddenly stopped, raising his head. "Did you hear that?"

Anna made an annoyed sound, sliding her hands down to rest on his biceps. "Just try to drown it out. I do" she told him distantly,

"And why would I want to do that?" he asked, looking down at her. "That sound is music to my ears"

There was another explosion, much louder this time, and Anna instinctively gripped Kimblee's arms out of panic, but he didn't seem to notice. She hated that sound.

Kimblee arched his neck and closed his eyes. "What a beautiful sound. It sends shivers down your spine, doesn't it?" he drawled in pure ecstasy.

He asked it so casually as if they were talking about the weather. Her eyebrows knit together and her eyes widened as she stared back at him as if he was waiting for her to reciprocate his feelings. It should've been her first red flag, but she didn't think much of it at the time.

"Not the good kind" she answered shortly; an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. "I should go"

"What's the hurry?" he asked, as she sat up. The fake concern in his voice was enough to make her want to storm back to her tent. When she didn't answer, Kimblee's eyebrows furled in annoyance and sharply grabbed her wrist as she reached for her clothes.

Anna glared at him. "I didn't come here to chat" she said indignantly.

She watched him raised an eyebrow before his confused expression turned into one of realization. He chuckled dryly. "Still not used to the noise, is that it?" he stated.

At his words, Anna tried to pull her wrist back but Kimblee only gripped it tighter. She looked away, casting a quiet glance at her clothes, even in the dark she could see the Ishvalan blood that had splattered on her uniform. How many had she killed today?

"Let go, Kimblee" she said quietly.

He chuckled again. "It's just a question" he replied nonchalantly.

The mocking undertone didn't go unnoticed to her, she wondered if he was even trying to hide it. She clenched her hand into a fist and once more tried to pull away, again he didn't let go.

She stared at him coldly. "If I give you an answer, would that satisfy you?" she asked sharply.

He smirked and she took that as a yes.

Her fist loosened. "It's not the noise that scares me, it's what the noise represents. Every explosion…every gunshot…it's just a reminder that we're seconds from death" Anna finally said.

Kimblee raised an eyebrow and then frowned, dropping her wrist. "How clichéd" he sighed disappointedly. "I was hoping for something a little more creative than that. How pathetic"

"You don't have to be a jerk about it" she replied sharply, pushing him off and throwing her legs over the edge. "You call it pathetic; I call it being human. Explosions shouldn't feel normal" she said, reaching for her bra.

"And why is that?" he smirked interestedly.

"Do you really have to ask?" Anna remarked rhetorically, sliding the straps over her shoulders and tried to hook it behind her back with difficulty.

The cot groaned and she felt the heat from his body behind her back as he took the hooks from her struggling fingers. "I only ask because it seems we have varying philosophies on the matter" he said casually, clipping her bra.

To be honest, she'd rather not know his philosophies on anything. Why were they even talking like they were friends?

Anna hung her head as Kimblee ran his fingers up and down her spine soothingly, it felt anything but. If he'd brought up any other subject it might've felt nice.

He was quiet, waiting for her to answer him.

"Because they're not. If they are then it means…" she went quiet, turning over her hands to stare at her palms. Not a single day went by where she didn't wash blood from her hands. Kimblee's fingers pressed a little harshly in her skin, she could feel his impatience. "…it means I'm hollow. I don't ever want to feel like that"

Numbness. Nothing scared her more than the numbness. Bombs, screams of the wounded, the sound of bullets whizzing past your ear, clothes soaked with blood, watching the innocent fall dead as they're caught in the crossfire, should never _ever_ feel mundane.

_War_ should never feel mundane.

She could see in many of the soldiers' eyes that it already had. They passed by bodies and gunshots like emotionless zombies. Was it inevitable for her too? Would she become cold and unfeeling?

The only time she'll ever want that is when she's dead. Anna wrapped her arms around her shoulders, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin at the thought. "I want to feel something. I don't care what it is. Fear, pain, arousal…"

She saw Kimblee smirk out of the corner of her eye at the last one, despite her mostly saying it to herself. He brushed her hair out from under her straps, moving it over to one side and exposing her neck to him. She closed her eyes, arching her neck, but not reacting as his teeth tugged on her neck and gradually move up to nip at her earlobe, her face turned away from him. She didn't make a sound or even flinch. She felt so far away.

"If you wanted it rough…" he whispered huskily, curling one hand over her shoulder and without warning, he pushed her back on the cot. Her head landed on the stiff pillow with a soft _plop_ and he pinned her wrists down on either side of her head. "All you had to do was say so" he leered.

The sudden move gave her whiplash. Anna looked up at the him, the surprise on her face melting into apathy as she turned away.

"I don't care" she responded drearily, as he slid her bra straps down her shoulders. She wanted to be angry at him for taking her words literally and out of context, but she couldn't even muster that much. "It doesn't matter anymore. I know my fate; there's nothing I can do except wait for it"

His hand stroked her neck, sliding down to rest on her chest. "And what would that be?" he murmured uncaringly, brushing her hair away as he traced his tongue around the shell of her ear.

Anna winced at the feeling, exhaling softly through her nose. "To die here. It's the way things are" she admitted despondently, lowering her eyes.

Kimblee pulled his head back and she met his gaze when a soft 'hmph' escaped his throat. He was frowning down at her with narrowed eyes as if he was contemplating something. Anna didn't want to hear what he had to say; if she wanted to talk, she wouldn't be here.

Anna hooked her hand around the back of his neck and jerked him closer, holding back a satisfied smirk when she saw the surprise on his face, their noses only an inch away from each other.

"You use that mouth to talk again, and I'm going back to my tent" she warned impatiently.

She watched his mouth twitch into a grin, although she didn't return it. There was a brief pause between them before she and Kimblee both moved at the same time, their mouths crashing together.

Kimblee pressed his tongue into her mouth, taking a fistful of her hair and tugging harshly. Anna flinched slightly, fiddling with his hair until it finally fell loose around his shoulders. Both her fists curled around tightly in his hair, pulling him in as she tried to match him. A growl rumbled in his throat as he roughly wrapped her legs around his waist.

He pulled away, his face disappearing into her neck again, the cot creaking under their weights and she felt her pleasure build once more. Her eyes remained open though, her body might've been into it, but her mind wasn't, not anymore.

Now that he brought it up, her mind was reeling about this war. It was only going to get worse and she was going to die here.

A single tear clung to the corner of her eye as the cot groaned rhythmically with his movement.

She accepted death, but that doesn't mean she wasn't afraid of it.

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**So what did you guys think? Was Kimblee OOC?**

**Thoughts? Please review!**


	2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

"Surrender now" Anna commanded the Ishvalan rebel that had fallen against the wall, his shoulder and forehead bleeding profusely from where he got caught in her alchemy. "I'd rather not end this in bloodshed" she told him, genuinely hoping he'd surrender.

The rebel shakily lifted his head. One look into his eye and she knew that he wasn't going to give up. With a deep breath, she looked away with her eyes shut, disheartened, as she raised her hand and pressed it to the side of the building. The transmutation circle on her metal cuff, glowed and hummed as a spear made of rock erupted from the wall.

The staff was barely out of the wall before the rebel removed a dagger from his belt and lunged at her. Anna barely moved her feet as she wielded the spear and cut clean through the man's forehead.

There was a brief silence and she heard the dagger fall onto the gravel, and the sound of blood dripping like raindrops on concrete. Swallowing thickly, she forced herself to look at the man's last horrified expression before she let her spear crumble and the rebel fell at her feet.

"I'm sorry, but I warned you…" Anna said softly, her lips pursed in a tight line and with a heavy heart, she moved his body off to the side, away from the road so it wouldn't be trampled over.

It was midday and the hot sun pounded on her back. The heat only intensified the smell of decay around her.

Anna covered her mouth, swallowing as she felt her stomach do that familiar lurch it did so often nowadays. It would be a miracle if her sense of smell still worked after this was all over.

Breathing deeply through her mouth, she looked around the deserted street and the carnage her alchemy had caused. It was quiet. Empty. No life anywhere, just bodies strewn about like ragdolls.

With heavy legs, Anna turned on her heel, back towards the military encampment.

When she made it back, several soldiers along with state alchemist were bustling around, many smoking quietly with their heads hung. The stench of cigarettes wasn't nearly as bad as everything else, but she still hated the smell.

She walked past them. They all had the same dead eyes, expressionless. Numb.

Anna followed the line of tents, the aroma of food making her stop just outside the mess tent. The inside was bustling a lot more than the outside and the cooks seemed to be the only ones with smiles on their faces. A few soldiers were even drinking and eating rather heartily, not that she could blame them.

Something as simple as a hot meal was a luxury here.

Anna bit her tongue as she kept moving, ignoring her stomach's protest to turn around. She continued to walk until she found the tent she was looking for. With a deep breath, she pushed through the tent.

"Brigadier General Stewart," she saluted when her eyes landed on him.

Anna didn't know if she did well to hide the surprise on her face when she saw that he wasn't alone. There were many soldiers inside with him, leaning over a map that was spread on the table, they all raised their heads when she entered, but her eyes were only on her the brigadier general.

"I apologize for the intrusion, sir. I came to inform you that your sector has been cleared of rebels" she informed directly.

General Stewart stood up; his eyebrows raised in disbelief. He was a stout man, maybe in his sixties with a balding head and beady eyes behind glasses.

"Already?" he asked incredulously.

Anna lowered her hand to fold it behind her back. "I believe the sector may have been abandoned days before, sir, but a few rebels stayed behind to fight" she explained.

"Very well, go ahead and await further orders" he instructed

"Yes sir" she saluted and turned on her heel, exiting the tent.

Before she left, she heard the general say "You see that, men? It's sad when a woman can do more on the battlefield!"

Anna sighed and began to walk towards the mess tent. She was used to catching sexist remarks when she got here, mostly from lower ranked men that she guessed felt inferior. There weren't many women on the battlefield, at least, she didn't see any. The only other woman she knew of was some unknown sniper, but she didn't know her. Hell, she was the only female alchemist among men.

She's heard it all. It didn't matter to her, let them say it. There were more important things to worry about on the battlefield than sexism.

Anna stepped into the mess tent and grabbed a cup coffee, she didn't want to eat, not with the way her stomach's been lurching. She was walking between the long tables until she found a vacant seat across once of her fellow alchemists, Isaac McDougal.

"May I?" she asked, pointing to the empty seat across from him.

He glanced up at her. "Go ahead, Anna" he replied, gesturing to the seat.

She sat down on the bench, holding the metal cup between her hands, staring into it. Anna brought the cup up to her lips, barely tasting the cheap drink as it went down her throat. She didn't even have an appetite for coffee.

Anna pushed the drink away dismally, resting her cheek against her fist and stared at the dirt caked under her fingernails.

"You're quiet" Isaac commented dryly.

She dropped her hand on the table, the corner of her mouth twitched upward at the bluntness he was so well known for. She glanced at him briefly.

"I'm always quiet" she deadpanned sarcastically, feeling a tinge of sympathy for the man when she saw he had the same melancholy look so many others had, and she couldn't help but wonder if she did too.

She exhaled and looked away, finding dried blood on the back of her hand, her eyebrows furrowing in deep thought.

All this bloodshed…just to contain a rebellion?

"Anna? Anna Baumann, is that you?"

She was quickly jolted from her thoughts at the call of her name. She raised her head as a tall, stocky man with red hair walked up to her. Anna raised an eyebrow questioningly as the stranger gave her a weary grin. Her eyes widened; she would've recognized him right away if it hadn't been for the red beard he'd grown.

"Travis Grant?" she said in disbelief, standing up from the bench, briefly looking back at McDougal. "Er, excuse me, Isaac"

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"I haven't seen you since the academy. You look different with the beard" Anna remarked, leaning against the water trough as Travis bent down to splash his face.

He let out a content sigh as the cool water trickled down his chin. "Heh. I hope that's a compliment" he replied as he grabbed his towel. She chuckled quietly, staring into her steel mug and shaking the contents lightly.

"So, when did you get deployed?" she asked.

He rubbed the wet towel on the back of his neck. "Been here since almost the beginning. I'm actually a captain now" he answered,

"No kidding?" she said interestedly, quirking an eyebrow. "When did that happen?"

"About two days ago. Tends to happen when you got soldiers dropping like flies" he replied.

"Is that what happened to the last one?" she asked curiously.

Travis suddenly went silent, staring at his reflection in the trough of water. "Yeah. It was a, uh…stray bullet" he answered slowly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, waiting to see her reaction.

Her eyebrows twitched in surprise, but she didn't react more than that and looked away. 'Stray bullet' was usually code for 'mutiny'. It was no secret that a lot of the higher ups thought this battle was sport; that soldiers were expendable and can be replaced like old shoes, not caring that they were either dead or wounded. But soldiers weren't mindless pawns and were fed up with their commanding officers treating them as such. Suddenly, there was the occasional stray bullet that hit their superior and someone else would take command.

It was the perfect cover-up. There was nothing suspicious about a stray bullet killing a captain on the battlefield, it was hard to prove otherwise too. From there, someone else would take command, someone who actually cared about the people within their unit.

"Well, that's too bad" she sighed, staring into her coffee.

Travis' shoulders dropped in what she assumed was relief. "I noticed you went for the more difficult route" he added pointedly, staring at the silver pocket watch that hung at her side.

She took the watch and pocketed it safely, pursing her lips in a tight line. "It's not so bad" she said quietly, bringing the mug to her lips.

"You always were an overachiever, even at the academy, being a simple soldier wasn't enough for you" he chuckled, throwing the towel on his shoulder and leaned against the edge of the trough with his arms crossed. "So, what corny nickname did our Fuhrer give you?"

Anna lowered her mug, running her tongue over her bottom lip. "The Terra Alchemist, and it's not a nickname" she added defensively.

Travis snorted sarcastically. "Sure, Anna. Whatever you say"

She rolled her eyes as Travis reached into his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Anna raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you were quitting?"

Travis held a cigarette between his teeth as he lit the end of it, taking a long drag and blowing out. "Yeah, well, after a couple bullets and blood I needed a distraction to forget I'm in this hellhole"

Anna pursed her lips in a tight line and looked away, knowing all too well what he meant. "Yeah. I know how that feels…" she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. Travis offered the box of cigarettes, to which she shook her head. "No thanks, you know I hate the smell" she told him.

He chuckled. "Well, you're still the same as ever"

Anna lowered her head, biting back a retort. Just because she didn't smoke, he thought she was the same? She was far from the overachieving bookworm he knew at the academy.

She stared at the black smoke as it billowed towards the sky, the dry air blowing in her face as she sighed heavily. It didn't matter how courageous or strong you were, this Ishvalan campaign was going to change everyone. She'd be afraid of anyone who was the same after this war.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw several higher up officials step out from a building that was serving as a makeshift meeting room; walking between the group of them was…

Kimblee?

Anna frowned in confusion. State alchemists didn't work in groups, but she would see them wandering around the campsite. She hadn't seen Kimblee in days.

He walked down the steps with his back to her, one of the officials whispering closely to him. There was something ominous about the grin he had on his face as he seemed to hang onto every word the official was saying to him. She didn't like the way Kimblee's mouth curled at the corners as he shook his hand.

Kimblee walked down the last few steps, moving away from the officials and towards the campsite. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if sensing her gaze, he turned his head and his steely blue eyes connected with hers.

Startled, Anna instinctively looked away, but not before she saw his hard expression. The hot sun beat down on her face and a bead of sweat slid down her temple. She leaned over the trough and splashed her face with water, letting it trickle down her chin.

She felt her heart jump in a way it never had before. As much as she wanted to see if he was still watching her, she didn't. She could feel his stare on her back as if he sensed her curiosity.

"Friend of yours?" Travis asked.

She wiped her face. "Who?" she asked, biting her tongue as soon as the word left her mouth. She knew better than to play dumb with Travis; every time she did, he knew something was up.

Travis gave her a look. "The creepy guy with the black ponytail. Is he a friend of yours?" he repeated, suspiciously now.

Anna wanted to scoff; if he thought Kimblee was creepy, he should meet old man Comanche. She turned her head slightly to look at Kimblee, but he was gone.

"Just an acquaintance. He's a state alchemist" she finally replied.

Travis stared at her for a long time before taking another drag of his cigarette. "I've seen that guy talking a lot with the higher ups. Any idea what they'd be talking about?" he questioned.

Was he trying to interrogate her now? "How would I know? They're probably talking about strategies to contain the rebellion" she said a little defensively.

He flicked the cigarette again. "'Rebellion'?" he quoted and she flinched, clenching her fists. Travis sighed and threw his cigarette stub on the ground, crushing it under his boot. "Anna, this war isn't about containing a rebellion anymore. It's a genocide" he said darkly.

Anna was silent. The word making her heart drop in the pit of her stomach.

"Everyone here knows it, don't act like you don't" he told her sullenly, but she still didn't say anything. Travis sighed heavily, putting one hand in his pocket and the other on her shoulder. "Your straightforwardness was something I always admired about you, don't change that" he said somewhat apologetically.

Anna closed her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows. If she'd changed, it's not like she could help it.

"You can't expect me not to change, Travis. No one's ever going to be the same after they leave here" she replied grimly, feeling his hand squeeze her shoulder reassuringly as if to say '_you're-stronger-than-this_'. It wasn't fair of him to have such high expectations of her. It made her angry, but she didn't lash out at him. Instead, she brushed off his hand and began to descend the hill.

"See you around, Travis"

"Not likely," he admitted unfortunately, and she glanced over her shoulder at him. "I'm being reassigned to the twenty-fourth sector; we got some more artillery coming in that they want me to pick up"

The twenty-fourth sector? From what she heard, the battle was heavy down that way. Anna could hardly contain the worried look on her face as he began to step down the hill and extended his hand to her.

"It was great seeing you" he said. Anna looked down at his hand and couldn't help the ghost of a smile appear on her face as she shook it. When she looked at him, he was wearing that boyish grin she remembered from when they were at the academy "Let's hope it's not the last" he added.

"Take care of yourself…Captain Grant" she told him genuinely and he chuckled before they parted their separate ways.

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With heavy feet, Anna trudged into the safety of her tent. Empty and neat, the way her instructors always drilled into her head at the academy. It wasn't easy for someone who had grown used to having a cluttered room, but it wasn't like she had many things with her here either. Just a wooden desk with a candle and her cot.

Travis' words repeated incessantly in her mind, unrelenting until she confronted them.

_It's a genocide. Everyone here knows it, don't act like you don't._

She knew. Of course, she knew. How couldn't she? It's the only reason she was discharged here in the first place. Anna didn't want to think about it; she'd convinced herself that she was doing it to help people.

That's the only reason she decided to become a state alchemist, she wanted to help people. And what better way to do that than fighting for your country? That's why she was here, to help and protect people. Wasn't she…?

_It's a genocide…_

Anna groaned and pressed a hand to her head, feeling like her head was splitting in two. It's been a long day, she only had a few hours before she was back on the frontlines. She needed to sleep, or at least attempt to.

Anna kicked off her shoes and was about to pull her uniform over her head when someone called her from outside.

"Major Baumann, ma'am?"

Raising an eyebrow, she lowered her uniform and stepped out to see a messenger standing outside. He saluted her.

"I apologize for coming to you at this late hour, ma'am, but I couldn't find you all day" he said sheepishly, then extended the letter he held in his gloved hand. "This came for you"

Anna took the pink envelope from his hand, recognizing her sister's neat, cursive handwriting right away.

"Thank you" she said and the messenger saluted her again before walking away. She stepped back inside, running her fingers over the crisp envelope as she sat down at her desk, her eyes softening the longer she stared at it. "Kelly…" she exhaled.

Anna forgot how long she's been in Ishval, that even uttering her sister's name felt foreign. Before she boarded the train to Ishval, with tears in her eyes, Kelly promised she'd write to her as much as humanly possible. And she wasn't lying, Kelly indeed sent a lot of letters.

As much as her fingers itched to open every one of them, she didn't, they all lay in a stack, untouched, on the far corner of her desk. With a heavy heart, she laid the latest envelope on top of all the other ones and peeled her bloodstained shirt over her head, changing into her rough pajamas and blew out the candle, the darkness consumed her before she even laid down on the cot, throwing one arm over her eyes.

Every letter Kelly sent made Anna reminisce about old times they had together, it didn't matter how small or insignificant the memory was. This time she thought of the last time she saw Kelly; at the train station before she boarded for Ishval, the tears brimming her blue eyes as she nearly choked her in a hug. It took her husband, Eric, to finally pull her off.

"Come back soon" she had said.

Anna groaned as she tried desperately to push the memory away.

She made a point not open the letters, forced herself not to. Reading them would give her false hope, get her thinking about tomorrow; that maybe there was a chance she'd see her sister again. How could she hope for tomorrow when today wasn't even promised to her? A grenade could be thrown in her vicinity while she's asleep and she'd die without knowing it.

Hope was a lie.

She threw away all hope a long time ago, left it on the battlefield to die, and here her sister was unknowingly giving it to her through her letters. It wasn't something you needed when you accepted death and reading those letters would only make it more painful when it happened.

Anna squeezed her eyes shut, turning over and burying her head in her pillow. She didn't want to think about her sister, or death. It was better not to think about it.

She dug her nails into her palms, debating to see if Kimblee was in his tent…

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